Verbatim
#1
 Verbatim
 
From tomorrow, I’m back on it, I’m feeling like crap,
look like crap and the bigger I get, the shorter my shorts become. So,
I need your help, you are going to support me on this. No muttering, complaining? No
cream, no sugar, I want a thimble of milk in my tea, no more no less and when we go to the shop no, 
 
“can we get this? Can we get that?”

No chocolate bars, no crisps, no bottles of pop and you’re going
to cut down on the amount of potatoes and butter you use when you cook!
They’re full of empty carbs.
Not healthy at all and we’re going to have to start exercising,
not running though, no matter how much you say, 
 
“why don’t we go for a run?”


Running isn’t for me.
And we’re not getting a ball to kick around the park,
that’s never going to be fun for me, what happened to Rugby anyway?
I thought after we’d bought all that kit you’d go more than once?  

Boxing maybe,
think I’d enjoy getting to punch you. We could do that yea.
It’s a shame you don’t like nature, we could go walking; there are lot of places to hike around here.
I’ll just go with my mum and Stace. With or without you. 
 
Are you coming with us on Sunday? 
 
“Coming where?”  
 
Already told you! I need to know, we’re going for dinner,
do you remember where Stace got married? We’re going for a walk first,
then maybe back here for a drink and then out. I need to know. Liam’s coming,
I think, not one hundred percent. I always feel guilty if he’s there and you’re not. 
 

If we both go, we’ll have to make sure we only have a
main each can’t afford to have a starter as well,


hold on a sec, it’s me mam...

Solly! Stop it!

Can you grab the cat?
He keeps trying to bite me!
And I’m trying to use the phone.
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#2
Hey Johnny,
leaving aside the question of whether this is poetry or not
- more knowledgeable minds can comment on that -
you seem to have rather hoist yourself...
The conceit, 'Verbatim', suffers from the fact that, ultimately,
this little slice of life isn't sufficiently interesting/entertaining.
It's a long ride just to have a cat interrupt a phone call.
That said, I think there is an entertaining piece trapped in this
flabby form. Put it on a diet editor - my suggestion;

(Almost) Verbatim

"From tomorrow, I’m back on it.
I feel like crap, look like crap
and the bigger I get, the shorter
my shorts become. So,

you are going to support me.
No muttering, no complaining.
No cream, no sugar, a thimble
of milk in my tea, no more no less

and when we go to the shop no
'can we get this? Can we get that?'
...."


Best, Knot.
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#3
Cheers for the time! Something to think about. Definitely in need of a trim. Let me think about it and I’ll come back to it.

Cheers

Johnny
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